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.
MILITARY
BOOKS
MUST
BE
APPROVED,
SAYS
ORDER.
The
following
advance
copy
of
a
W
ar
De­
partm
e
n
t
general
order
has
'been
issued
at
division
headquarters
at
Camp
W
adsworth
for
the
information
and
guidance
of
all
con­
cerned
:
“
U
n
til
further
orders,
officers
and
enlisted
men
and
other
individual
members
of
the
service
are
prohibited
from
printing
or
dis­
tributing
through
publishing
houses
or
other­
wise
any
pamphlets
or
books
not
previously
published
or
in
process
of
being
published
on
any
m
ilitary
subject
whatever
except
as
an
approved
government
publication
or
as
author­
ized
by
the
war
department.
In
order
that
there
may
not
be
duplication
of
effort
in
the
preparation
of
publications
and
in
order
that
there
may
be
proper
supervision
and
collabo­
ration
in
the
use
of
inform
ation
and
available
records,
departments,
bureaus,
corps,
schools,
etc.,
will
not
prepare
nor
distribute
any
m
ilitary
pamphlet
or
book
w
ithout
first
in­
forming
the
chief
of
the
war
college
division,
general
staff,
of
the
contemplated
publication.
Upon
completion
of
the-
publication,
three
copies
will
be
furnished
to
the
chief
of
the
war
college
division,
general
staff.”
.
THE
MISPLACED
PRIVATE.
You
know
the
Misplaced
Private.
He
is
a
relative
of
the
fellow
who,
when
in
civil
life,
knew
how
to
run
the
office
better
than
the
boss.
He
should
be
a
general
or
a
colonel,
but
by
some
oversight
of
the
W
ar
Departm
ent
he
is
w
asting
away
in
the
ranks.
He
says
so
himself.
Or,
if
he
doesn’t
admit
it
openly,
everything
he
does
and
says
implies
th
a
t
he
is
a
big
calibre
gun,
being
wastefully
used
as
a
side
arm.
Every
thing
is
a
grave
mistake.
This
fellow
has
intim
ate,
first-hand
dope
that
it
is.
If
he
were
only
where
he
thinks
he
should
be—at
the
top—there
would
be
im­
provements
everywhere,
in
everything.
He
would
shatter
into
bits
the
scheme
of
things
entire
and
remold
it
nearer
to
Ms
h
e
a
r
t’s
desire.
The
food
would
be
different,
the
plan
of
training
would
be
changed,
the
discipline
would
be
revised,
the
equipment
would
be
of
another
sort.
For
the
Misplaced
P
rivate
never
agrees.
He
always
has
something
better,
not
for
any
other
reason
than
th
a
t
i
t
’s
his
own—his
idea,
his
opinion,
his
little
single-track
notion.
His
ideal
is
himself,
exalted,
lofty,
superior.
W
h
at
a
blessing
th
a
t
he
is
Misplaced,
and
not
where
he
thinks
he
should
be.
His
sort
will
always
be
lower
than
self-esteemed
worth
deserves,
according
to
Ms
estim
ate.
That
assurance
delivers
us
from
the
menace
of
The
Misplaced
Private.
THE
SHOT
WAS
SCATTERING.
An
amorous
B
ritish
youth
was
being
taken
to
task
for
his
flirtations.
“
Engaged
to
four
girls
at
once!
’
’
exclaimed
his
horrified
uncle.
*1
How
do
you
explain
such
shameless
con­
duct?”
“
I
don’t
know
,”
said
the
graceless
nephew.
“
Cupid
must
have
shot
me
w
ith
a
machine
gun.
’
’
THE
GREATER
NEED.
Gipsey
fortuneteller
(seriously)—■
“
Let
me
warn
you.
Somebody’s
going
to
cross
your
path.
’
’
M
o
torist—“
D
o
n
’t
you
think
you’d
better
warn
the
other
chap?Everybody’s
M
aga­
zine.
CHEERY,
Bacon—“
Let
me
shake
your
hand,
dear
boy.
This
is
one
of
the
happiest
days
of
your
life
.”
Egbert—“
Y
o
u
’re
too
previous,
old
man.
I
’m
not
to
be
m
arried
until
to-morrow,
you
know.
’
’
Bacon—“
T
h
a
t’s
w
h
at
I
say.
This
is
one
of
the
happiest
days
of
your
life
.’
’—Spokane
Be
view.

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THE WADSWORTH GAS ATTACK a n d RIO GRANDE RATTLER A M I L E F B m H E A D Q U A R T E R S ^ P A S S I N G W E A D Q U A B T E B 5 . MILITARY BOOKS MUST BE APPROVED, SAYS ORDER. The following advance copy of a W ar De­ partm e n t general order has 'been issued at division headquarters at Camp W adsworth for the information and guidance of all con­ cerned : “ U n til further orders, officers and enlisted men and other individual members of the service are prohibited from printing or dis­ tributing through publishing houses or other­ wise any pamphlets or books not previously published or in process of being published on any m ilitary subject whatever except as an approved government publication or as author­ ized by the war department. In order that there may not be duplication of effort in the preparation of publications and in order that there may be proper supervision and collabo­ ration in the use of inform ation and available records, departments, bureaus, corps, schools, etc., will not prepare nor distribute any m ilitary pamphlet or book w ithout first in­ forming the chief of the war college division, general staff, of the contemplated publication. Upon completion of the- publication, three copies will be furnished to the chief of the war college division, general staff.” . THE MISPLACED PRIVATE. You know the Misplaced Private. He is a relative of the fellow who, when in civil life, knew how to run the office better than the boss. He should be a general or a colonel, but by some oversight of the W ar Departm ent he is w asting away in the ranks. He says so himself. Or, if he doesn’t admit it openly, everything he does and says implies th a t he is a big calibre gun, being wastefully used as a side arm. Every thing is a grave mistake. This fellow has intim ate, first-hand dope that it is. If he were only where he thinks he should be—at the top—there would be im­ provements everywhere, in everything. He would shatter into bits the scheme of things entire and remold it nearer to Ms h e a r t’s desire. The food would be different, the plan of training would be changed, the discipline would be revised, the equipment would be of another sort. For the Misplaced P rivate never agrees. He always has something better, not for any other reason than th a t i t ’s his own—his idea, his opinion, his little single-track notion. His ideal is himself, exalted, lofty, superior. W h at a blessing th a t he is Misplaced, and not where he thinks he should be. His sort will always be lower than self-esteemed worth deserves, according to Ms estim ate. That assurance delivers us from the menace of The Misplaced Private. THE SHOT WAS SCATTERING. An amorous B ritish youth was being taken to task for his flirtations. “ Engaged to four girls at once! ’ ’ exclaimed his horrified uncle. *1 How do you explain such shameless con­ duct?” “ I don’t know ,” said the graceless nephew. “ Cupid must have shot me w ith a machine gun. ’ ’ THE GREATER NEED. Gipsey fortuneteller (seriously)—■ “ Let me warn you. Somebody’s going to cross your path. ’ ’ M o torist—“ D o n ’t you think you’d better warn the other chap?Everybody’s M aga­ zine. CHEERY, Bacon—“ Let me shake your hand, dear boy. This is one of the happiest days of your life .” Egbert—“ Y o u ’re too previous, old man. I ’m not to be m arried until to-morrow, you know. ’ ’ Bacon—“ T h a t’s w h at I say. This is one of the happiest days of your life .’ ’—Spokane Be view.